Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
He didn't kiss her, which left her both a little disappointed and a little relieved. On the one hand, she'd enjoyed kissing him the other night; on the other, her estimation of him as a gentleman rose as a result. "Thank you," she said shyly, smiling into his copper eyes. "You look great, too." Or, at least, the part of him that she could see.
With Koa joining her, his breath hot on her neck, Soh's stomach fluttered eagerly. Gods, but he was attractive. And sweet. And fun. She swallowed hard, taking a breath to regain her composure. "Not too long," she told him. "I wanted to do some sketching, so I came a little early on purpose." Her drawings, of course, were now scattered around her, and she reached to begin picking them up. Koa found one before she could grab it, but she didn't really mind; her artwork was her livelihood, after all, and it was one of the few things that she was truly confident in. "Thank you," she said proudly.
Then Koa was complimenting her again, and she blushed faintly. "I'd say you measure up just fine," she murmured, silver eyes meeting copper with the honesty of youthful naivete, not really aware of how her words could be taken. "Oh!" she exclaimed then, and began flipping through her drawings. "Before I forget, I have something for Pip!" She pulled out a sketch of the dragon, as lifelike as she could make it. Drawn from memory, it wasn't perfect but it was striking all the same, and she was pleased with how it had turned out. She tilted her journal to show it to the dragon. "What do you think?"
With Koa joining her, his breath hot on her neck, Soh's stomach fluttered eagerly. Gods, but he was attractive. And sweet. And fun. She swallowed hard, taking a breath to regain her composure. "Not too long," she told him. "I wanted to do some sketching, so I came a little early on purpose." Her drawings, of course, were now scattered around her, and she reached to begin picking them up. Koa found one before she could grab it, but she didn't really mind; her artwork was her livelihood, after all, and it was one of the few things that she was truly confident in. "Thank you," she said proudly.
Then Koa was complimenting her again, and she blushed faintly. "I'd say you measure up just fine," she murmured, silver eyes meeting copper with the honesty of youthful naivete, not really aware of how her words could be taken. "Oh!" she exclaimed then, and began flipping through her drawings. "Before I forget, I have something for Pip!" She pulled out a sketch of the dragon, as lifelike as she could make it. Drawn from memory, it wasn't perfect but it was striking all the same, and she was pleased with how it had turned out. She tilted her journal to show it to the dragon. "What do you think?"
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
